Chapter 136: Night fire blazing into the sky

Mo Yu looked at Li Gengyu and found that he had a look of sadness on his face, his eyes were red, his nose was twitching, and he was trying his best to endure something.

Mo Yu can probably guess something. Li Geng Yukong has a lot of military power but cannot use it. This battle is very important. It can be said that it is the last time that the elders of Kongtong fight side by side. If you miss it, it will be a lifelong regret!

Mo Yu was not good at comforting words. He walked heavily to the bed and said softly: "Uncle Li, there are endless possibilities when you are alive."

Li Gengyu's eyes flashed darkly, and he murmured Mo Yu's words. Finally, he shook his head and closed his eyes. Two tears slid down his cheeks, and he waved his hand: "You kid is really not the type to comfort people. Okay, I want to be alone with my thoughts."

Be quiet for a while."

Mo Yu smiled helplessly, Li Gengyu was not the kind of person who could not think clearly and sought short-sightedness. In addition, what he just said made him feel something, so there was no need to worry.

He walked out quietly, but did not see Yinzi coming back. He must have been caught by Wang Gengche and ordered him to leave. This was not bad, as it fulfilled Yinzi's long-cherished wish.

"The war is coming, I have to adjust my state." Mo Yu returned to the guest room, rested on the couch, crossed his legs and entered a state of meditation.

A steady stream of internal energy begins to awaken, flowing along the meridians, causing the five internal organs to heat up and the six internal organs to become unobstructed. Although it cannot bring the realm to a higher level, it can keep the state at its peak.

As the inner lake calms down, the artistic conception of the swordsmanship gradually enters the state, becoming more and more mysterious. A black sword should stand upright in my mind, suspended in the air, the sword chants endlessly, and circles of black ripples ripple around, it is You Weeping

!

It has been some time since I entered the realm of sword control. If I want to improve further, I must constantly resonate with the sword. When the water and blood merge into one, I will be able to stand up and break through the realm of sword control.

Breathing in and out, exhaling and taking in, it was already afternoon before I knew it, and Yinzi's voice came knocking on the door: "Mo Yu, Mo Yu..."

Mo Yu collected his power and stood up, lightly stepped down to the ground and opened the door. Yinzi was in a relatively low mood, and it was obvious that he already knew about Qingfeng's attack on the mountain.

"The elders are all ready. Now all the disciples of Kongtong have gathered in the central square, waiting for you." Yinzi carried the baggage on his body and carried a sword on his waist.

"Okay, let's go." Mo Yu closed the door and followed Yinzi out of the courtyard.

All the other rooms in the courtyard are locked, and Li Gengyu must have gone too. In this case, the crucial moment is about to begin. Whether it succeeds or not depends on Mo Yu.

Inadvertently wiping off the sweat on his palms, Mo Yu casually asked Yinzi beside him: "Please tell me about your preparations, and I will confirm again."

Yinzi knew that the matter was of great importance, so he thought about it in his mind, and then replied carefully: "There are about 160 disciples and ten elders left in Kongtong. After receiving the order, forty disciples were responsible for cutting down the wet wood on the mountain.

There are twenty trees in total, half an arm thick."

"Then, twenty disciples followed Elder Wang to the treasury to organize. Common secret books and paper banknotes were distributed to each disciple and recorded in the book. Important items were distributed between Elder Wang and the leader."

Mo Yu nodded in approval. Kongtong had done these two points well and there was nothing worth adding.

Seeing that Mo Yu did not interrupt, Yinzi continued walking and said, "In addition, the sixty disciples are responsible for carrying dry fuel to each house, filling it and dousing it with kerosene, and preparing two torches each."

"Has there been any way for us to escape?" Mo Yu suddenly remembered that if they were all sealed off, it would create an embarrassing situation where the enemy could not be incinerated.

"Don't worry, Elder Wang has specifically given instructions on this. Every detail will be supervised by him personally. The two passages cross each other, you can choose at will." Yinzi's eyes showed admiration, and Wang Gengche had deeply impressed his heart.

Mo Yu nodded. Wang Gengche did a good job and was more considerate than him. It seems that he will have to reflect carefully in the future.

"Finally, the remaining disciples got together to make a human-shaped wooden puppet. They were about the same size as me. They were wearing unused clothes from the warehouse. They really looked like that."

Yinzi said this with a smile, but Mo Yu felt very unhappy when he heard it. There were no unused clothes, most of them were left by the disciples who died in Kongtong.

Not wanting Yinzi to continue to feel uncomfortable, Mo Yu glanced at Yinzi's baggage and changed the subject: "Is there a lot of money on your back? Is it enough to marry a wife?"

Upon hearing this, Yinzi's cheeks turned crimson, and he looked around, unable to speak clearly.

Mo Yu smiled, and his heart became even heavier. Yinzi's reaction showed that he was already happy. If he made even the slightest mistake, people like Yinzi would regret it for the rest of their lives.

"By the way, how come you haven't seen any of your family members after going up the mountain for so long?" Mo Yu turned his head and looked at Yinzi.

"Oh, those people were sent to other towns half a month before the battle." Yinzi answered casually.

It turned out that this was the case. Mo Yu felt a little relieved and nervous. The old, weak, women and children were taboo in fighting. As long as they were properly placed, their worries would be gone and the incense would be passed down.

While walking and talking, the sky gradually darkened, and the two of them had to speed up their pace and arrived at the central square after half an hour.

The central square is actually the circular area under the meeting hall, which is very large. One hundred and sixty Kongtong disciples stood silently, holding their soldiers and bags, with solemn expressions on their faces.

The head of Kongtong stood on the high platform at the end of the square, with only nine elders standing side by side at the back.

When Mo Yu arrived, he felt that everyone was paying attention, and the glances had complicated meanings. Yinzi quietly retreated and returned to the team, leaving Mo Yu alone.

Wang Gengche and Li Gengyu looked away and nodded. Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at every face in the venue with solemn eyes. Not only did he remember them all, but this was the most basic respect.

The most common expression among the Kongtong disciples was one of bravery and fearlessness, some expressed determination and sadness, and a few expressed fear. Yinzi stood at the end, determination shining in his eyes.

Mo Yu took a deep breath, resolutely crossed the square, climbed to the high platform, stood in front of the head of Kongtong, clasped his fists and saluted: "Mo Yu will definitely live up to everyone's expectations."

"Um."

The head of Kongtong nodded lightly, still very majestic outside, looked around at everyone with his hands behind his hands, and said sonorously: "Today is the moment of life and death for me, Kongtong. I don't bother to say too much, just one sentence."

The disciples in the audience looked excited and looked up. The leader of Kongtong exclaimed: "If you live, don't forget my reputation as Kongtong! If you die, don't live up to my bones!"

"Kongtong!", "Kongtong!", "Kongtong!"...

All the disciples raised their fists with their right hands and shouted with sincerity. Mo Yu's heart was filled with excitement and admiration. The elders couldn't help covering their sleeves and wiping their eyes.

After the passion cooled down, the leader of Kongtong raised his hand to press down, the venue was silent, the leader of Kongtong pointed at Mo Yu: "This son's name is Mo Yu, he is my life and death benefactor in Kongtong. He ignored the surrounding obstruction of Qingfeng and only went up the mountain to tell the story.

I hope you will remember this kindness until your death and never forget it!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Mo Yu again. Unlike before, this time everyone was shocked and grateful. They hesitated to speak. In the end, they all clasped their fists and lowered their heads: "We will never forget it!"

Mo Yu had mixed emotions, he was moved and felt the burden of life at the same time, and he returned the favor with fists in his hands.

"Brother Mo."

Suddenly, a low voice sounded after him. Mo Yu turned around after hearing the sound and found that Huang Gengri, who had been arguing with him in the morning, was standing up awkwardly. He clasped his hands in guilt: "I was stupid this morning. I offended you so much. Please don't mind me."

"

This move was obviously beyond the expectations of the elders. It can be seen from the shocked expressions of the head of Kongtong and Wang Gengche that they did not know anything about it.

He who knows his mistakes can do good things. Mo Yu immediately put aside his grudge and stepped forward to help Huang Gengri up: "Elder Huang is polite, but this junior also has something wrong with me. He is young and full of energy and is a little excited."

The occasion was special, so the two exchanged a few words and got down to business. The leader of Kongtong took Mo Yu to his seat, and then handed over the leadership.

Mo Yu raised his head to observe the sky, and as night fell, he took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms and held it.

Everyone didn't know why and didn't dare to disturb him, so they waited quietly.

Waiting can easily test people's character. After almost half an hour, the discussion started. Kongtong disciples sat on the ground, bowed their heads and whispered.

Time passed bit by bit, night was about to cover them, and several elders began to become impatient. Wang Gengche closed his eyes to rest, Li Gengyu looked at him with concern, and the head of Kongtong frowned slightly.

Another incense time passed, and the piece of silk cloth between Mo Yu's fingers began to flutter slightly. As expected, Mo Yu stood up and said, "It's time."

When one person moved, others moved, all the Kongtong disciples stood up, and the elders gathered around them. Mo Yu threw his hand and threw the silk cloth into the air, and the silk cloth flew away with the wind.

"Those who cut down wet wood must obey orders!" Mo Yu shouted in a low voice.

As expected, more than forty disciples stood up and lined up.

"Group of two, go quickly and smoke the wet wood. When the smoke rises, people will return. There is no delay!" Mo Yuchen began to give the order.

After the twenty wet logs were cut, they were placed in the most conspicuous places on all sides of Kongtong Mountain, with stacks of hay underneath. When lit, the wet logs would emit a large amount of white smoke.

"Yes!" Forty disciples jumped up and ran in all directions.

After waiting anxiously for a long moment, Mo Yu saw white smoke rising into the sky around Kongtong Mountain. Mo Yu quickly issued the second order: "Purchase firewood and fuel, disciples, obey the order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than sixty disciples stepped forward in unison.

"You hurry up and throw the fire points. When the fire starts, people will return. There must be no mistakes!" Mo Yu stared sharply.

The sixty disciples hesitated for a moment. After all, once the fire was set off, the entire Kongtong Mountain would become a sea of ​​flames, and no bricks or tiles would remain.

"Hurry up and go!" the head of Kongtong shouted in a timely manner.

"Yes!" Those disciples hurriedly left. At the same time, the disciples who had left earlier rushed back.

In addition to pouring kerosene on the houses, long cloths were also used to connect the houses. The cloths were also poured with kerosene, so there was no need to light the houses one by one. As long as the cloth burned, they would all burn.

After two sticks of incense, a bright red fire shot up into the sky, with firelight everywhere in sight, and the night was reflected into day.

As soon as the fire started, Mo Yu glanced at everyone from the corner of his eye and found that the disciples of Kongtong were all whimpering softly, the elders sighed and the head of Kongtong raised his head to look at the sky, the veins in his neck were tight.

Alas, Mo Yu could only sigh in his heart, there was no other way and time was running out, so he could only lure the Qingfeng faction up the mountain with heavy bait.

Not long after, the disciple who set the fire came back crying. Mo Yu suppressed his throbbing and said loudly: "The wind is coming, everyone lights the torch, each holding two, and treats the wooden puppets in the same way!"

"Wow!", "Wow!"...

All of a sudden, four to five hundred torches lit up the thunderbolts, and there were crowds of people. All the disciples went out to pretend to be wooden puppets, because there were hundreds of wooden puppets scattered inside and outside the square. Each wooden puppet had its left and right hands two meters apart and tied with a torch. (
Chapter completed!